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[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

Characters: All
Date/Time: Now
Location: Hôtel Jeu Ancien - Ballroom
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: Everybody out of the pool!



Word came to him that the godlings had dithered around enough. It was time for them to go home and get on with it. Right! Nigel had his orders and he was nothing if not efficient.

He took the initiative to put into play Evacuation Protocol #57. Everything in his guests' rooms suddenly ceased to work. Lights went out. Televisions and computers turned off on their own. Even the water taps stopped functioning, and all of it suddenly. If they were outside of their room their key no longer opened doors, except for those of the elevator bay and then the elevators would take them only to the lobby.

He straightening the cap on his head, smoothed the lapels of his jacket then brushed imaginary lint from his sleeves. He was prepared for the ensuing confrontations.


[*lyrics: Semisonic - Closing Time]

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[tangledmaze.insanejournal.com]

As soon as the power went out, Ariadne wasted no time in going to report it. It actually made her grateful to be on the first floor--imagine if she'd been in an elevator when the failure occurred!

"Hey, did we have a circuit overload or something?" she asked Nigel when she got to the lobby.

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

He glanced to her and gave her a bland smile, seemingly bored. "No. Everything is functioning as required." The smile remained and he held out his hand, palm up. "Your key, please."

[greengawain.insanejournal.com]

After returning his room key to Nigel, Gawain turned and noticed Ariadne standing by herself. Pleased to get a chance to talk to her again, he approached her and smiled.

"Hello, milady! How has the rest of your evening been?"

[greengawain.insanejournal.com]

After his intense meeting with Nimue, Asclepius, and Hades, Gawain needed some time to reflect. He had, after all, usurped his uncle's role and "knighted" a man. Never mind the fact that the man he knighted was from a different pantheon, the experience of acting on behalf of Arthur felt positively surreal to Gawain. He needed to clear his mind, and a walk through the hotel's labyrinthine hallways seemed the right way to do so.

Fortunately Gawain was in a first floor hallway when the power went out. At this point not in the least surprised by the sudden darkness, he felt his way back to the lobby and found Nigel at the front desk.

"So, Nigel, what's next on the mythological mystery menu?"

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

Nigel gave the knight a bland smile. "Leaving." The smile remained in place as he held out his hand, palm up. "Your key, please."

[speakswithdead.insanejournal.com]

Hades entered with little fanfare. He heard part of Nigel's conversation with Gawain as he entered and already had his key out. "I take it your creator is in a hurry," Hades says, handing the key to Nigel. "Though I suppose you don't who said creator is or why you're compelled to do what you do."

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

He took the key with as little fanfare as he had the others and gave the godling that bland smile. "The establishment says jump and you know the rest."

He turned to the letterboxes. "The establishment would rather that all of you were in a hurry. No point in lingering here now is there?"

[enosichthon.insanejournal.com]

Now this was just getting ridiculous. Poseidon was in no mood to continue this charade for however long Nigel and his little puppeteer felt the need to play.

The ride had been fun and dandy for all of the hour or so he'd held Medusa up in his room. Now, he was just getting annoyed and that fatherly instinct kicked back in. Once his mind was clear and not hazed by a drunken sexual state he could focus on the real matter. So, when the television, internet and phone lines stopped working it was more than enough incentive to get down to business, even if it did knock him on his back again.

The walls shook as he approached the ballroom with an angry scowl on his face.

[solid-gaze.insanejournal.com]

She was following along behind Poseidon, her own irritation plain to see on her face, but it wasn't just for the hotel turning against them. She glared a bit at Poseidon's back as they reached the lobby.

"Can you not? I'm in heels."

[asteroid30.insanejournal.com]

Celeste had bundled up her laptop and what she had been working via penlight, and was now striding into the lobby, probably with the light accidentally blinding anyone who happened to look her way.

"I didn't think pocket dimensions got blackouts."

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

He slid a bored glance to her and he gave her that bland smile. "They can if it is necessary. Time to gather the flock. You key, if you please."

[ieter-amumon.insanejournal.com]

"All right, I give up. What's going on?" Asclepius asked, as he approached the front desk.

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

He leaned over the front desk a little, looking past the man, shrugged then smiled dryly. "Check out time, sir. Your key."

[roseredheart.insanejournal.com]

"Um, excuse me?" Erato asked, walking into the area, "I've lost power to my room, and my key isn't working... Is everything ok?"

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

"Just fine, dear." Even she only got a smile by loose definition only from him. "Perfectly in fact. Now, if you would, your key?"

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

Sif noticed all the people milling about when she walked in to find out what was going on.

"I'm guessing the power outage wasn't just to my room?" she asked, walking up to Nigel at the desk, "Is there anything we can do to help?"

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

He nodded emphatically then smiled and held out his hand. "You can hand over your key. Time to check out."

[aegletes.insanejournal.com]

When the power outage hit, it was certainly an annoyance to Apollo.

"Contrary to popular belief, I can't actually create the light of the sun," he quipped upon entering the lobby, "Still, everyone all right? My girls? My Muses? They're all right?"

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

Hearing that he rolled his eyes. Hopefully the next check in of godlings will be a bit less dramatic.

[venusingucci.insanejournal.com]

The power outage certainly came at a most inopportune time for Aphrodite. She had just gotten washed up and was drying her hair when the power failed. Fortunately, she had never been one to worry greatly about modesty. Still wearing the semi-sheer robe, and her hair still wet, she headed right down to the lobby.

"I fear there's been a most inopportune power failure," she said, a dangerous edge to her purr when she spoke to Nigel, "And you might wish to alert the housekeeping staff that the sheets in my room are torn and should be replaced."

[gladsheim-guy.insanejournal.com]

"Forget to sheath your claws during your romp?" His voice came from behind her and her behind got a pinch on his way past. He was having no troubles navigating in the dark and blithely put his key on the counter.

"About that time, huh?"

[chaos-embodied.insanejournal.com]

Seth was feeling relatively chipper after his time spent with Aphrodite. So much so that the sudden power outage barely annoyed him. Barely, but not completely.

"Hello, Nigel," Seth said with a tinge of venom, holding out his key. He looked at Nigel, not as well would look at a person, but as an object someone created. "I wander which primordial entity created you for this. Most of them would care little about such human conceits as to make you look like a bellhop."

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

Nigel gave him a dry smile in return as he took the key. "I am not at liberty to discuss the establishment with the guests, sir. Perhaps next time."

He paused to let that sink in, then turned smartly to return the key to the letterbox. "Do join the others, if you please."

[lefthandofwar.insanejournal.com]

"I was wondering how long it would take before you decided to move this along," Tyr said as he arrived. He pulled his key from his shirt pocket. "So contrary to what you said about time meaning nothing here, our host is in a hurry after all."

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

He nabbed the godling's key with a meaningless smile. "It isn't my decision when you arrive or leave, sir, but the establishment's. When they say it is time for the guests to go, I see to it."

[acratophorus.insanejournal.com]

Dionysus walked into the lobby, with all the dramatic gravitas that only the very drunk can muster. In his hand he still held his wineglass, but his steps were only a little unsteady as he approached Nigel.

"If you please!" he said, slightly too loud and knocking on the counter. "The sommelier of this fine establishment refused my custom and my service, referring me to you for appeal." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "...So... I appeal." This last statement was delivered with all the weight of the closing argument in a trial.

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

Nigel was somewhat baffled. He blinked exactly once before peering at the godling as if seeing him for the first time. Even the establishment was slightly mystified but orders were orders.

"I'm afraid that you might find my counterargument somewhat disappointing, sir. I must request that you turn in your key, and join the others over there."

[akhilles-heel.insanejournal.com]

This throwing them around like pieces on a chess board was enough to get the young warrior annoyed and on his arrogant side. The look on his face was stone when he approached the ballroom.

"This the closing ceremony, or are you still playing games?" he asked Nigel with an abrupt tone.

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

Nigle's brows lifted slightly. "I assure you, sir, that there is not nor was there ever a ceremony and I rarely play games as the establishment has seen to it that my expertise in strategy renders me a superior opponent. It is simply time for you to turn in your key and return to your home."

To that matter he held out his hand.

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

Having obtained all of the keys from the godlings and replaced them into their proper letterboxes, Nigel steps out from behind the counter with regal strides, his chin held up, displaying a dignity any one of the entities present could claim.

Reaching the entrance of the foyer with the revolving door to his left, he clapped his hands together to get their attention. "I do hope that you have enjoyed your stay here at Hôtel Jeu Ancien. The establishment wishes to thank you for your patronage, and expresses the sincere hope that you will all grace our halls again."

He gave something of that simpering smile and titter, his shoulders worming back a forth a little. "As for myself, I must admit it was splendid to meet each and every one of you. One hears stories but the wise know that you can only truly know the truth of a person by meeting them for yourself, and some of you surprised me." He shook a finger at Hades, Apollo and Nimue.

"That said, it is time for you to return." He began unbuttoning his coat. "As stated before, all four of your world's elements are required to set the revolving door to open where you want." With a jerk, his uniform coat was removed, revealing not the pressed white, linen shirt beneath it but a rather loud Hawaiian shirt. "Good luck to you, godlings. You will need it."

He gave a tug on his pants, pulling them off not unlike a male stripper leaving behind a pair of khaki shorts that left his pasty and somewhat fuzzy legs bare to the world. Instead of the shiny, patent leather shoes he was wearing braided bamboo thongs on his feet.

The little cap was still on his head and he tipped it at his former guests, a chipper looking smile on his face. "Ta!" And with that, he turned smartly then with gangly strides went through the revolving door.

[gladsheim-guy.insanejournal.com]

"Little bastard." Odin growled that out under his breath as he stood there with Sif and Tyr. His eyes picked over certain individuals thoughtfully for a few moments before he sighed.

"Moment of truth then." He touched a hand to the shoulder of fellows as he nodded then started towards Hades. "Right."